Friday, June 12, 2009

(Please tell me you pronounce flaccid "fla-sed" and not "flak-sed," because if you don't I don't think I can be friends with you anymore which would suck because I really like you. After all, fla-sed is almost an onomatopoeia while flak-sed might as well be something you scrape off the bottom of your foot after a summer spent barefoot on the hot cement.)(While we're on the subject: can we just agree that it's Cah-RIB-ee-un?)(And vaaahze?? Bish, plz. It's a Vayse.)

Anyhoo, Happy Friday, friends. I plan on spending the weekend fairly oozing and lazy. What about you?

18 comments:

I also hate when people say sshhedule. You don't say sshhool, do you? Hearing the apparently "British" version of schedule is like taking my eardrums and grating them on a cheese grater. I'm just sayin'.

Guilty on vahse - but I'm a Canuck and we're caught between French and the Queen's English on some words. I'm with you on flaccid, though. But I've lived here (Marin) for 14 years and even I don't know how I pronounce some words anymore. Sometimes I have to call my mother (in Canada) and have her remind me how I say stuff.

And, while we're on the topic of incomprehensible... could we please chat about wedding invitations? How many tacky, nasty, ugly, vile ones are floating around out there?! I just can't understand how otherwise sane people pay for such crap (received one from a dear friend this week; ugh)

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